After a car accident, Zhao Li transmigrated into the body of a low-ranking prison guard in Luoyang during the Eastern Han dynasty. The moment he opened his eyes, he was so terrified of the jailers, who looked like demons, that he collapsed.
As his memories merged, his head throbbed. “Who am I? Where am I? Why is this place piled with stinking bones?”
Chains rattled in the cell next door as a new prisoner was shoved inside. “Here’s the rebel Cao Cao, who tried to assassinate Chancellor Dong!”
Zhao Li touched the copper key at his waist, overjoyed. He’d been worrying about how to get his venture started, and now Boss Cao had practically delivered himself to his door?
As the future warlord struggled to survive in the filthy water, a modern man held some clean water to his lips. “Work for me, and I’ll keep you alive.”
Cao Cao’s eagle eyes cut into him like a blade, but Zhao Li only smiled more brightly. He’d recruit the ultimate workaholic emperor. His empire would begin in a death cell.
